C4 Collaboration

I surveyed the recording studio. I grabbed the box above the table. I examined the things inside then glanced around the room.

It looks like that's all I use. My eye caught my own album on top of the stuff in the box.

My first self entitled album, at the back my songs are listed. There are fifteen songs in this album.

My eye caught another album in the box. This is my second album. On the back, the songs I wrote are listed.

Seventeen songs, Seventeen break up songs ...

"Your contract is over, why are you here?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I knew that irritating voice. I faced her.

He looked down at the box I was holding. "Oh, you're cleaning up the trash."

I tightened my grip on the box. Juliana is really annoying!

I fold it.

"Make sure that's all your garbage. I don't want to see you here to pick up the leftovers."

Her eyes narrowed at the album I was holding in the other hand. My forehead furrowed as he took it from me.

"This is your album right? This should be in trash. I'll throw it for you," he said smiling.

She dashed towards the trash bin and threw the album. I glared at her with gritted teeth.

The part of the box I was holding was crumpled. I want to throw the box containing the equipment at him.

This demonic Juliana! The thickness of his face would throw my album away! I want her to tweak and gnaw in the trash until the thick make up on her face is erased!

"You're welcome," she promised, smiling.

I marched towards her. I stopped in front of her. I stared at it, if only the look was deadly. It is being mourned now. Bwiset this Juliana! What did my album do to him and did he discard it ?!

It grinned. "Why do you look like that Artemesia? I helped you."

We both have the same eye level. I looked down at her beautiful hair. It's like it's inviting me to pick it up. I took a deep breath.

No!

It's not possible, there are already many problems, I don't want to add more.

I took a deep breath then passed him. I bent down to reach for the album, it was just on top of the trash, not that hard to pick up.

"Poor Artemesia." She laughed.

It turned away from me, it didn’t see the bad look I had on it. It played with the hair.

"Julianna." She raised her face.

"Your behavior is trash. Should I move it to the rotting trash? It's recycled here." I smirked.

She glared at me. "How dare you ---"

It didn’t end with what his manager had to say. "Juliana you're early!"

I sighed and walked out of the room. I stare on the floor while walking towards the elevator.

Juliana is definitely the new owner of the recording room. As you can imagine, with the amount of recording room, he chose me.

That demonic woman! My album was really thrown away!

"Artemesia?"

I raised my head. My forehead furrowed as our eyes met. "Luther?"

It looks like he just got out of the elevator.

"That's you! That's why you're familiar to me." I grinned.

"I plan to go to the coffee shop again later to see you, I won't wait until later, you're here."

"Aren't you the one in the picture with Luther?" asked the woman behind him. He approached, then lowered the glasses on his head. He stared at my face.

Her eyes narrowed. "You are! Artemesia Vena."

She glared at me. "Is this what you want Luther?"

The man laughed. My forehead furrowed at what the woman said, I’m sure she was Luther’s manager. In my estimation, it's at thirty.

"Yes, she's what I'm talking about." and Luther.

"Are you sure?" I questioned. Luther turned to me.

"Yes."

"Anyway, your songs are beautiful."

What does he say?

"I want to say sorry about the issue I put you in Artemesia. I didn't know reporters were following me," Luther said.

"The issue of those two will help your plan Luther," the woman said. "Thelma by the way, I'm Luther's manager. We're here to ---"

"I want to write a song with you," Luther said.

My eyebrows raised. "Really?"

"Yeah, there's no collaboration with another singer isn't there?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered.

The elevator opened, our eyes gazed there.

"Damn it is tiring!"

"Artemesia! There you are ---" his gaze shifted to Luther.

His forehead furrowed. "You're the one with Artemesia in the picture!"

He shifted his gaze to the one next to it. " Mossy your loud ---" I didn't finish what to say as it screamed.

"What the! Thelms! You're here!" He hugged Thelma tightly.

"Bitch! You're holding Artemesia!" Thelma laughed.

"That child is crazy, there are a lot of issues! Your pet is still involved! Did you take care of that?" He turned to Luther.

"Looks obedient, but she's not!" He glared at me.

"It's my rebuke!"

"Looks like we're not going to have a hard time with this project," Thelma said.

"Ha? Why? What's up?" Mossy asked.

"Luther wanted to collaborate with Artemesia."

"Really?, why now?"

Luther's forehead furrowed. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes there is---"

"Thelma!" Juliana's manager.

Mossy's meme blinked. "That's the problem."

"Juliana has been waiting for you for a while. You're just here," he said as he approached.

Her eyebrows rose as meme Mossy and I turned around. "You don't have to be here anymore Moses, do you? Has Artemesia changed her mind about my offer?"

"No!" We both shout Mossy's name.

"Then leave this place now. You have no business here," she said.

She turned to Luther. "Thelma, Luther. Follow me. Juliana is already excited about this project."

Luther frowned. "Wait what? I didn't want to write a song with her. I told the management that I want to collaborate with Artemesia," he argued.

"Artemesia's contract is over so Juliana will be with you for the song," she stated.

"Luther! Oh my gosh! I'm excited about our collaboration! Let's go to the studio!" Juliana's thrilling promise to get close to Luther.

"Come on," Juliana's manager said.

"Thelma I don't ---" he insisted.

Thelma winced. "Management Luther, you know above ..."

Even before Luther could speak, Juliana pulled it off. "The size of your arm Luther! I'm really excited! I've come up with a concept. I want our song to be sexy and sensual!"

He glanced at me. I tried to smile at him. Poor Luther, the demon Juliana will fall prey.

I hope he won't believe in her evil schemes.

We were left with Thelma. "Dear Mossy I thought ..."

"It's okay Thelms. Artemesia also needs a break right now."

I took a deep breath. Maybe I need a break first.

"Damn, alas! When there's a good project, you weren't given a new contract! Juliana was even given the one for you! It's really annoying! The management isn't really fair either!" he ranted when we entered the elevator.

"I just hope Luther didn't do the wrong thing." I joked.

"Poor boy, he is so wholesome! Later what will Juliana do with the non reputation!" he laughed.

I was shaken. I wish him the best.

"Wait, how did you meet non? You're Puchaena! I forgot you had an issue! Did you know that I was bombarded by reporters' questions last night until now? You're not just a psycho clingy dater, you're an Artemesia cheater Vena!" he roared.

"We just talked about writing the song. He's familiar to me but I can't remember, then I just remembered when the news came out. I didn't know we got the meme, so calm down there," I said in my defense.

His right eyebrow rose. "What about Mr. Bentley? Don't say you just talked about writing the song Artemesia. Admit it because if someone is interfering with you I don't really hit you!" he threatened.

"If you really are, just stick to one! It's becoming Artemesia" cheater "You're vein!"

He put his hands on his waist. "But in fairness rhyming!" aniya.

"Mossy!!"

"Damn, what are you ?! You don't have anything, what is that? Just yesterday you didn't want to accept his offer, so you're going to continue today! Why don't you just accept it? It's like you're doing something and you can't use that trick of yours!"

I'll just open my mouth when he speaks.

"I'm really sorry Artemesia, I can't run out of excuses. How can you get to the top of her if ---"

"I accepted the offer meme, that's where I'm going now."

Its eyes widened. "Really ?! Pucahena! You did something right in your life, Artemesia!" He hugged me tightly.

"Mossy damn that!" I left its embrace. "Is it bad ?! So all my decisions in life are wrong?" I laughed at the promise.

"Damn, yes! You're so lucky! That's a record deal no! International! That's rare! You know you're American! Then it's Braxton Bentley! One of the rich handsome young men in the Philippines! Your work is easy, you will teach Just flirt! If only I were a girl! "

"Oa mo meme, do you really believe in that man?"

"Yes! I'll teach her how to flirt with me!"

I was shaken. "Let me know! I need to know everything! You're my manager so tell me everything! I'm so excited! Let me know later after you go moron!"

I sighed. "I hope you're just as excited for that job."

His forehead furrowed. "Oh why do you look like that? Are you forced?"

I nodded.

"Ouch!!" I shouted as it pinched my waist.

"You're so young! Braxton wants to work a lot and you don't want to! You're Puchaena so you can't really climb to the top because you're selected, you know in this industry you have to live with everyone if you want to last!" he preached.

My lips protruded. Maybe it's not hard for me to do. In fact, I'm still lucky because I won't be picked up in the basin, if I'm not sure they'll embarrass me again.

I sighed. Am I just going to really teach her to flirt?

Artemesia! If I just didn’t really need help last night I wouldn’t have signed that!

"Ay puchaena!" I turned to Mossy.

"That's why we're late here in the elevator. I didn't touch what floor we're on!"

"Hmm? Doesn't seem like that ..."

"Oh damn it! This is the broken elevator earlier! I was in it thirty minutes earlier!"

I face palm. Guess I'm late on the first day of my work.